作曲 : J. Cole [Chorus] Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
[Verse 1] Hey, uh What up girl? Tell me how you feelin’ You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill-in? She said, "Looks kill and I’m tryna make a killin'" And God willing, I’d be chilling on the boat nigga Love is a gamble, I ain’t dealin’ with no broke nigga Down in Miami with a super ho team Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring Oh, she down in Dallas at the All-Star game Spittin’ All-Star game Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name, somethin’ like James Somethin like Wade, if you something like paid You can **** tonight, yeah, she sayin', "**** some nice J's What about your life savings?" Won’t spend her life slavin’ So she graduated, rich nigga wife training And if you got money, man the head is amazing
[Chorus] Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
[Verse 2] What up girl? Tell me how you been Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin But you done got thick on a nigga, goddamn Hey now, I got a thing for you It's been a long time comin', I should hang with you 'Cause see way back, I thought to **** with you was impossible Count your baby daddy’s now, two and a possible Uh, you still got it though, yeah, you still got it though Girl your body lookin’ like a ****in’ pot of gold You got your mean little walk with the model pose You got your hair did, you got designer clothes You still got it though, yeah, you still got it though You got your nails did, damn girl, you're on a roll Do you get brains? Did you make the honor roll? Don’t worry bout your man baby, he ain’t gotta know
[Chorus] Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
[Verse 3] Hey, I get bored so fast that they won’t last But girl you’re special like I met you in the slow class 'Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far My life is like a movie, would you be my co-star? Like Halle Berry? Your old nigga act like a bitch, like Tyler Perry You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari I see you like to stay up on your ESPN If your mind is on sex, you must got ESP then Had a crush on way back, I wasn’t VIP then But I was plotting on you, I really wish that I'd have got to know you Before we grew up and I blew up with these Benjamins That way I know for sure your love is really genuine Is you my homie? Well show me what kind of friend you is What if it's phony? Yeah only 'cause I can give you ends Too late for turning back, **** it, we continuing Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in
[Chorus] Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
作曲 : J. Cole [Chorus] Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
[Verse 1] Hey, uh What up girl? Tell me how you feelin’ You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill-in? She said, "Looks kill and I’m tryna make a killin'" And God willing, I’d be chilling on the boat nigga Love is a gamble, I ain’t dealin’ with no broke nigga Down in Miami with a super ho team Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring Oh, she down in Dallas at the All-Star game Spittin’ All-Star game Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name, somethin’ like James Somethin like Wade, if you something like paid You can **** tonight, yeah, she sayin', "**** some nice J's What about your life savings?" Won’t spend her life slavin’ So she graduated, rich nigga wife training And if you got money, man the head is amazing
[Chorus] Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
[Verse 2] What up girl? Tell me how you been Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin But you done got thick on a nigga, goddamn Hey now, I got a thing for you It's been a long time comin', I should hang with you 'Cause see way back, I thought to **** with you was impossible Count your baby daddy’s now, two and a possible Uh, you still got it though, yeah, you still got it though Girl your body lookin’ like a ****in’ pot of gold You got your mean little walk with the model pose You got your hair did, you got designer clothes You still got it though, yeah, you still got it though You got your nails did, damn girl, you're on a roll Do you get brains? Did you make the honor roll? Don’t worry bout your man baby, he ain’t gotta know
[Chorus] Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
[Verse 3] Hey, I get bored so fast that they won’t last But girl you’re special like I met you in the slow class 'Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far My life is like a movie, would you be my co-star? Like Halle Berry? Your old nigga act like a bitch, like Tyler Perry You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari I see you like to stay up on your ESPN If your mind is on sex, you must got ESP then Had a crush on way back, I wasn’t VIP then But I was plotting on you, I really wish that I'd have got to know you Before we grew up and I blew up with these Benjamins That way I know for sure your love is really genuine Is you my homie? Well show me what kind of friend you is What if it's phony? Yeah only 'cause I can give you ends Too late for turning back, **** it, we continuing Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in
[Chorus] Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters You might not be the one
